Rebirth of Vengeance Daughter

Chapter 106 frame the blame
Luo Qiange looked at Fu Qingcheng in a daze, blushing hopelessly.

She quickly looked away, staring dissatisfiedly at the morning news on TV: "Of course, I'm not a pig, how could I have been sleeping since yesterday afternoon until now..."

Fu Qingcheng stood up with a smile, brushed her messy hair back with her hands, and asked, "It's still half an hour before breakfast time, do you want to go for a walk together?"

When Fu Qingcheng came out of the sofa, Luo Qiange realized that he was also wearing slippers, and was immediately surprised: "You, don't you pay attention to the image of your majestic chairman of LM? How can you meet people when you go out like this..."

"..." Fu Qingcheng looked down at the slippers of the same style as hers, and smiled: "It's okay, let's go."

After careful calculation, in fact, she and Fu Qingcheng have known each other for more than three months, but whether in Fu's house or other places, the two have never gotten along so freely and comfortably, even breakfast is the first Sitting at the same table to eat for the first time - Fu Qingcheng is really too busy.

A large number of evergreen fir trees are planted in the courtyard of the castle, large and small fountains can be seen everywhere, and the trails surrounded by rows of fruit trees are dappled with sunlight, all of which reveal the beauty of summer.

Because it was related to the important matter of breakfast, the two quickly returned along the original road. Luo Qiange was new here, and the excitement was self-evident. He didn't stop her, and watched her leave, so he stood quietly and waited for her.

When she came back again, Fu Qingcheng seemed to remember something, suddenly smiled, and said: "No wonder Mr. Shivar said yesterday that we look like newlyweds."

"...how does it look like?" Luo Qiange was stunned for a moment, this sentence came out of Fu Qingcheng's mouth, no matter how strange it seemed...

"I don't know, but the problem is..." Fu Qingcheng looked at her deeply, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "I suddenly feel very similar."

Luo Qiange was moved by his serious expression, so he took the initiative to take his hand, and walked back with a smile: "If you say yes, that's it, anyway, I won't suffer."

Fu Qingcheng didn't expect her to admit it so generously. She was dragged forward for a while before he realized it. There was a hint of surprise in his expression: "You..."

"What's wrong with me?" Probably because of being spoiled by Fu Qingcheng, Luo Qiange's face really got thicker day by day, she patted her stomach while walking forward and said, "Hurry up, I'm still waiting for breakfast! After breakfast, we still have to go to see the murals!"

"...how did you know I was going to take you to see the murals?"

"..." Luo Qiange had already imagined the black line drawn on Fu Qingcheng's forehead, but she didn't want to admit that it was a sympathy, so she began to 'frame the blame': "Mr. Shivar told me this morning."

"Mr. Shivar, he..." Fu Qingcheng suddenly stopped and lost his voice.

"What's wrong with Mr. Shivar?" Luo Qiange turned to look at him with some doubts.

Fu Qingcheng shook her head: "It's okay."

When Luo Qiange turned his head away, the expression on Fu Qingcheng's face became a little suspicious: Mr. Shivar is a native of Mexico, and he speaks English very badly. It is basically difficult to communicate with him if he has not been exposed to Spanish.

But... In fact, she is no longer surprised by the strangeness. The difference between her and the former Lin Xuer is not only this.Fu Qingcheng smiled. It seems that it will take a long time for him to fully accept the new her.

The servants in the old castle are all the original team, so the breakfast is without exception the authentic Mexican style - taco, milk, beef soup and edible cactus. Started off with a delicious breakfast.

Fu Qingcheng took a sip of the milk, looked up and saw her fighting against the cactus with a knife and fork, with a serious face like a child.He couldn't help but couldn't help but stretch out his hand, brought her plate over, cut it neatly, and then handed it to her.

Luo Qiange curled her lips, and said guiltily, "I can still do this well..."

Fu Qingcheng didn't expose her, she lowered her head and went back to eat breakfast, but Luo Qiange herself felt a little embarrassed, stopped what she was doing, and asked curiously: "Did I do poorly before?"

"You used to..." Fu Qingcheng paused, raised the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "The previous things are over, so don't mention them, you are doing very well now."

The past is in the past... Luo Qiange frowned, this is not like what Fu Qingcheng would say at all, he is a person who has been living on the memory of the past, how could he suddenly say such words?

She frowned and thought for a while, feeling that she was nowhere to be found, so she had to lower her head to eat again.

Fu Qingcheng glanced at her, thoughtful thoughts flickered across his eyes, and he was silent for a while, then he suddenly said: "I might feel bored after staying in the castle for a long time, how about going to Los Angeles when?"

Los Angeles?Luo Qiange was startled, and looked up at him in surprise and suspicion, with a hint of panic in his tone: "Suddenly...why are you going to Los Angeles?"

It seemed that he was being abrupt again.

"It's okay, I'll just mention it casually, let's talk about it when the time comes." Fu Qingcheng finished speaking lightly, picked up a tissue on the side and wiped the corners of her mouth, stood up: "I'll go up and prepare something, you eat slowly."

Luo Qiange watched Fu Qingcheng's figure disappear on the stairs, put down the knife and fork in his hand in surprise, and couldn't help thinking wildly: Fu Qingcheng must have noticed something, right?How could you suddenly propose to go to Los Angeles?

That's right, before coming to Mexico, she did think about finding an excuse to go to Los Angeles to find Luo Changping, after all, the distance between the two places is not far.But such an opportunity is too slim, let alone whether she can leave Mexico, she can't even find a reason to see her father.

From the beginning, from the castles and murals in her childhood memory, to the wish of losing Los Angeles, Fu Qingcheng seems to have guessed everything correctly.

It's just... is this really just a coincidence?Luo Qiange felt uneasy for no reason.

The breakfast ended in Luo Qiange's restless guesswork. Fu Qingcheng had already asked someone to get the car ready, and then a servant came to remind her to change clothes.

Fu Qingcheng had already changed her clothes. The moment she stood up and saw him, Luo Qiange was a little surprised. He was not wearing the same Italian handmade suit she remembered forever, but a Dior suit.
Home's new summer shirt and thin tailored trousers make the whole person slender and gorgeous.Different from the exquisite and elegant suit, put on Dior
Fu Qingcheng, who was dressed in casual attire, suddenly had an astonishing sense of weakness and mystery, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

Noticing her surprised eyes, Fu Qingcheng looked down at himself, and said in a surprised tone: "What's wrong?"

"...No, I just saw you without a suit suddenly, and thought... well, it suits you very well." Luo Qiange smiled, and suddenly felt relieved, did he think too much?Fu Qingcheng... Doesn't look like he would lie to her.

The clothes prepared for her in the cloakroom did not seem to be brought by her. Luo Qiange picked up the dress and asked the stylist beside her, "This... who bought it?"

"Mr. Fu ordered us to buy this last night." The stylist replied respectfully. This dress was newly released a few days ago. Mr. Fu ordered this dress as soon as he opened his mouth. He must have thought it was very suitable. This lady.

As it turned out, it was almost as if the dress was tailor-made for her, and it fit perfectly!
The only thing that made Luo Qiange uncomfortable was the pair of pointed stiletto high heels, but this dress was perfect and exquisite, with a wide skirt and a slender waist, she had to go with the shoes, she gritted her teeth and simply endured it up.

Fu Qingcheng stood on the stairs and stretched out his hand towards her, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "It suits you very well."

Before getting into the car, Luo Qiange was still lamenting: Sure enough, it's better to stay in the castle, even if you're wearing pajamas, no one will talk about it, but once you're going out, you must definitely maintain a good image. It is deeply painful!
But Fu Qingcheng seemed to have gotten used to this a long time ago, and sat in the car with a calm expression, not troubled by it at all.Luo Qiange looked sideways at the delicate collar buttons on his shirt, and sighed silently: She must be used to being loose, and after such a long time, she felt very uncomfortable wearing a western dress. I really doubt that after a while, she will Like the girl in Pirates of the Caribbean, she will be strangled to death.

However, as soon as these two people appeared in front of the National Palace of Fine Arts in Mexico, they immediately attracted everyone's attention. Luo Qiange took Rafu Qingcheng's hand, and said in a low voice, "We don't seem to be visiting here..."

Wouldn't it look too grand to wear like this...?
"It's okay." Fu Qingcheng was used to this kind of formation long ago, without turning his head, he directly pulled her towards the inside.

It has to be said that the Palace of Fine Arts is really a treasure of art.It was the first time for Luo Qiange to see such a brilliant mural, and each one was extremely shocking.

Fu Qingcheng has been busy with work, if not for an important invitation, he would hardly have the opportunity to come to such a place.But in comparison, his reaction was much lighter, and he was just concentrating on looking at the semi-circular porch supported by marble columns in the Palace of Fine Arts and the delicately carved statues on both sides.

"It's so beautiful..." The two of them had already walked through the porch to the front door. Luo Qiange looked up at the relief of Venus above and the little angel flying on the window frame, murmured a little fascinated.

The two walked through the arches and stairs, and came all the way to the corridor on the third floor. The entire corridor was covered with exquisite and delicate paintings. Luo Qiange opened his eyes wide, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but get closer to look at this ingenious work work.

Fu Qingcheng only had a little understanding of these things, not as excited as she was, but quietly followed behind her, she was obsessed with looking at the painted wall, and he was so engrossed in looking at her.

"This is..." Luo Qiange had already walked to the second painting wall, looked deeply at the huge painting wall in front of him, and said pleasantly, "Diego, Rivera's "Man at the Crossroads"!"

Fu Qingcheng has been watching her quietly all the time. Hearing her words, he couldn't help but smile, his eyes full of admiration: "This painting was originally planned to be completed in the United States, and you actually know it, as expected..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized something and stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)